tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12623481277061250602016-09-08T06:36:34.097+02:00It's a dog's life (sleeping, eating, playing)Thoughts and activities of a happy WeimaranerOtto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-58006657249902085782010-02-28T16:20:00.002+01:002010-02-28T16:27:01.216+01:00new bed... new comfort<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4qJ9RTzQPI/AAAAAAAACMo/-JjwsSaUGOM/s1600-h/P1090182.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4qJ9RTzQPI/AAAAAAAACMo/-JjwsSaUGOM/s400/P1090182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443314785342144754" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, STAFF finally took the plunge and splashed out on a <b>proper</b> bed for me. Nice thick memory foam. Folded duvet on top. Then a quilted blanket. Then yours truly. And topped with a special <a href="http://www.themiltycompany.com/">Milty blanket</a> on top to keep the draughts out. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ah, a man can snooze like this. And after a weekend of double walks, shopping and a roundtrip to visit STAFF's niece and back, I am really in need of a bit of sleep. I am just glad it is Monday tomorrow. Chance for a proper rest!</div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-74877997704203841912010-02-21T10:24:00.006+01:002010-02-21T11:38:09.911+01:00let it snow, let it snow, let it snow<div>Blimey. We woke up this morning and thought we might take a trip out to one of the country parks we'd not been to before. Just your typical sort of Sunday. STAFF shuffle down the stairs to make coffee for us to have in bed (I have a snack instead of the caffeine). And when THEY come back up THEY report that everything is covered in snow and it was still snowing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EI0N5OjuI/AAAAAAAACL8/ZVEYtKy97lI/s1600-h/P1090128.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EI0N5OjuI/AAAAAAAACL8/ZVEYtKy97lI/s400/P1090128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440639518016179938" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is when I start to worry. Because THEY are such wusses about driving on snow, there is a real and present danger of being taken to the local dog park. I <b>hate </b>that place. Why? Well, for starters it is full of dogs. And not much else. But thankfully, the coffee kicked in and STAFF decided to brave it and drive to the best woods. Phew. And how wonderful that looked in the snow. Don't you agree?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EIzdXAyRI/AAAAAAAACL0/XcEGfbzcZvE/s1600-h/P1090135.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EIzdXAyRI/AAAAAAAACL0/XcEGfbzcZvE/s400/P1090135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440639504987769106" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">We were all kitted out in our finest and warmest stuff and nothing, nothing was gonna stop me from having fun. And eating as much snow as I could. Which was a lot. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EIy7Dn6lI/AAAAAAAACLs/TcOZ1kZEPPs/s1600-h/P1090138.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EIy7Dn6lI/AAAAAAAACLs/TcOZ1kZEPPs/s400/P1090138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440639495779641938" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hmmm.... it is harder to find the food in the snow. But then again, once you've sniffed it out, it is much easier to eat it. Because STAFF can (a) not spot the stuff very fast and (b) THEY are super slow on the white stuff. So, it makes the sniffing all worthwhile.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EHsAwAi4I/AAAAAAAACLg/td9UGTbRMKw/s1600-h/P1090142.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EHsAwAi4I/AAAAAAAACLg/td9UGTbRMKw/s400/P1090142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440638277537270658" /></a>What is it about snow that brings out the puppy in you and me? I really don't know. But I am having fun!<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EHrvmk3rI/AAAAAAAACLY/XSo80OhMMVQ/s1600-h/P1090144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EHrvmk3rI/AAAAAAAACLY/XSo80OhMMVQ/s400/P1090144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440638272934305458" /></a>So much fun in fact, that I found I could <b>fly</b>! Yeah! Watch me go! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EHqFBQ6xI/AAAAAAAACLI/EBQr_EoI9Ew/s1600-h/P1090157.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S4EHqFBQ6xI/AAAAAAAACLI/EBQr_EoI9Ew/s400/P1090157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440638244323650322" /></a>There is just a primal joy to running as fast as you can. All in all, I have to say that I was having such a good time, that I even like STAFF today. Yep, THEY are ok. Or, perhaps there was something in that birdfood I ate that is making me feel all warm and gooey inside. Well, actually, it is making me feel quite gooey. I just still cannot decide whether it is in a good or a bad way...</div><div><br /></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-43434830112746228452010-02-16T12:11:00.003+01:002010-02-16T12:15:36.320+01:00the sun! the sun! the sun!<div style="text-align: left;">So, I have a new day bed. And just in time for trying out just how comfortable it is, the sun comes out! Wahey! Begone dark winter!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S3p99INiRSI/AAAAAAAACKs/pV-RovDm8aE/s400/IMG_0728.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438797989133042978" /><div>The only trouble is that it is quite hard to stay awa-aaa--aaaaa--aaaa----aaaa--ke....</div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-70238372227684144072010-02-16T09:16:00.003+01:002010-02-16T10:39:07.953+01:00I'm back...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Blimey... It's February? Gosh, how time flies... I must catch up. I've had so many adventures. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/S3pncgm4WtI/AAAAAAAACKg/cRxcvFrbWH8/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438773239490304722" />But for now... I must nap....Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-12107511698601008102009-12-05T14:24:00.005+01:002009-12-05T15:36:35.481+01:00STAFF are for Life, not just Mealtimes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SxpvBEQwrmI/AAAAAAAACKE/SPJ78rB7lHM/s1600-h/P1070622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SxpvBEQwrmI/AAAAAAAACKE/SPJ78rB7lHM/s400/P1070622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411759966353665634" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I am getting into the Xmas spirit. And I would like to remind you all that <b>STAFF are for Life, not just for Mealtimes (or Christmas)!</b></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SxpfoQwWF4I/AAAAAAAACJ4/wdZRMQz6lDc/s400/P1070593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411743047536220034" /></div><div>So, even when THEY annoy you, are whiny and demanding, make a lot more work and hassle than you thought, you have to stick with THEM. That's the deal. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, have a good run-up to the holidays! And hang out your stockings! Ho Ho Ho!</div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-16130808268003803192009-12-01T14:19:00.000+01:002009-12-05T14:23:49.363+01:00brass monkeys watch out!<div style="text-align: left;">Brass monkeys should not go out in this weather! They might lose stuff. Something similar happened to me. At the vets. Anyway, I digress....</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SxpesDweEGI/AAAAAAAACJw/Vld18m0AMD8/s400/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411742013254930530" /></div><div>When the thermometer shows anything that is like -1º or worse, I am putting my jacket on. What? You think I care about looking like a wuss? I don't want to look hard, because I am frozen solid. </div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-86596478865611739372009-11-29T13:55:00.001+01:002009-12-05T14:06:02.296+01:00viva le viva...<div style="text-align: left;">So, STAFF were having some sort of big exam and had to be at work sharp-ish and on time. Of course I knew what to do to take THEIR minds of that and help THEM relax. Oh yes. In a completely unselfish way, I used the cover of darkness on our morning round in the woods to disappear and eat a huge pile of brightly coloured dog biscuits. People just leave those lying about. Like a Fast Food outlet. Marvelous.STAFF were calling frantically. I could hear THEM. After all, I had not gone far. But, hey, I was busy eating, and you cannot rush these things. Gives you indigestion, don't you know. So, after 15 minutes I sauntered back to STAFF, who had by that stage completely forgotten about the exam. And when we got home, THEY had no time to worry. Just to get ready and go.</div><div>Well, the exam was passed with flying colours, and I have to say that I take credit for that. Would it have gone so well without my help? Who knows!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SxpaFG2jCYI/AAAAAAAACJo/fXm-_9NabHE/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411736946024319362" /><div><div><div>Regrettably, the food didn't agree so well with me. I think it was the red biscuits. Or maybe the green ones? But after a couple of days on my cozy bed, I was right as rain again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Things I do for STAFF.... </div><div><br /></div></div></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-76699903090960520252009-11-24T13:54:00.003+01:002009-11-24T14:02:41.871+01:00Parlour games....<div style="text-align: left;">November is well and truly here. The air is wet. And cold. And most likely there'll be a gale blowing, sometimes with a bit of hail as well. So, after my round in the woods, I like to while away my time with a bit of snoozing and, ideally, snacking. But STAFF are not providing any snacks or any other entertainment for that matter, and so whilst THEY are "working from home", I have to make my own fun.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SwvYb1_p3UI/AAAAAAAACIg/F6rEpXchajU/s400/P1070575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407653750450543938" />So, I decided to play a few old-fashioned parlour games. First, I needed to stretch and wake and warm up those muscles.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SwvYbQbTjDI/AAAAAAAACIY/OKHTSCYTNhU/s400/P1070576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407653740365974578" />And then the games could begin. The first game was <i>How High Can you Stack all Your Feet? </i>Whoa, make sure that it is a stable construction and you don't fall over! I say, I reckon I win this one. <div><br /></div><div>And actually, I am quite tired now. I might just go back to sleep. Until dinner. Wake me when it is time for food!<div><br /></div></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-49249309961984558502009-11-23T22:49:00.002+01:002009-11-23T22:53:01.654+01:00She loves me... she loves me not<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I am still no further in wooing my sexy neighbour, Lola The Greyhound. First impression are so important, aren't they. And I think mine was rather cold and startling. I really shouldn't have put my nose <i>there</i>, straight-away and on a cold day... Darn. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SwsD28_NmiI/AAAAAAAACIM/3ayje1yayp0/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407420020207491618" />Perhaps a more romantic approach will work?<div><br /></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-37464693817775484202009-11-17T22:43:00.000+01:002009-11-23T22:49:07.212+01:00Cave canem....So, I am obviously not a working dog. Not my breed, darling. But I don't mind doing a little light guard dog duty when STAFF are out. Or in. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SwsCdlP_1pI/AAAAAAAACIE/C4bdZ6Ugzs4/s1600/P1070496.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SwsCdlP_1pI/AAAAAAAACIE/C4bdZ6Ugzs4/s400/P1070496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407418484827084434" /></a>The key is to look like you could not move in a rush and lull anyone into a false sense of security.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SwsCdLD-OiI/AAAAAAAACH8/ksK8rbN1sVI/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SwsCdLD-OiI/AAAAAAAACH8/ksK8rbN1sVI/s400/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407418477797325346" /></a>But you and I know, ... beware of the dog! After all, I might set STAFF on you! <div><br /></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-23890455365222988322009-11-14T22:19:00.000+01:002009-11-23T22:41:41.562+01:00A splendid little jauntYou know the beginning of a walk. When you just got out of the car. Still a bit dizzy from spinning and STAFF's driving? And the air hits you and brings with it smells and scents of such wonder. And you don't know where to go first? Left, right? Forward? Or back? And sometimes I find my paws opt for a different direction each, but in any case, I <b>love</b> the beginning of a good walk!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-6Qu_fVI/AAAAAAAACH0/Ul9zSOe76eM/s1600/P1070504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-6Qu_fVI/AAAAAAAACH0/Ul9zSOe76eM/s400/P1070504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407414579489635666" /></a>And I was in fact so happy that you can see me smile. Rare, I know, but here it goes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-5x6vcFI/AAAAAAAACHs/H33-kj0VfeE/s1600/P1070506.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-5x6vcFI/AAAAAAAACHs/H33-kj0VfeE/s400/P1070506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407414571217416274" /></a>See it? The lips curled? The gnashers gleaming? Yup! That's me smiling! At STAFF. I know. What's come over me?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-5oApgCI/AAAAAAAACHk/gARfMm-bO4I/s1600/P1070513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-5oApgCI/AAAAAAAACHk/gARfMm-bO4I/s400/P1070513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407414568557838370" /></a>It wasn't long before THEY started to annoy me though. It's the slooooow walking that gets me. I constantly have to herd THEM in. What do THEY take me for? A border collie?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-5SvJR-I/AAAAAAAACHc/VyrXo-Ja9es/s1600/P1070525.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr-5SvJR-I/AAAAAAAACHc/VyrXo-Ja9es/s400/P1070525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407414562847279074" /></a>But then, a sound? A squawk? A shudder! What ho! Could it be <b>that </b>pheasant from me other day?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9uQl8tLI/AAAAAAAACHU/TAKBGYX5kso/s1600/P1070531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9uQl8tLI/AAAAAAAACHU/TAKBGYX5kso/s400/P1070531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407413273781646514" /></a>I set off immediately to investigate.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9t9Uwn4I/AAAAAAAACHM/Pn43mOEHbSg/s1600/P1070532.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9t9Uwn4I/AAAAAAAACHM/Pn43mOEHbSg/s400/P1070532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407413268609277826" /></a>Couldn't see it anywhere! But I was not about to give up. A) It had peeped on me when I tried to poop. And B) I now know that those feathery things are edible. I was gonna 'ave 'im!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9tSKAs1I/AAAAAAAACHE/lcApAbEqpjQ/s1600/P1070539.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9tSKAs1I/AAAAAAAACHE/lcApAbEqpjQ/s400/P1070539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407413257021469522" /></a>Sadly even a wide area scan revealed nothing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9tKiXHEI/AAAAAAAACG8/7BHFO3DR4Po/s1600/P1070547.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9tKiXHEI/AAAAAAAACG8/7BHFO3DR4Po/s400/P1070547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407413254976117826" /></a>Famished after my unsuccessful attempts to catch The Pheasant I had to put up with the indignity of having to ask STAFF for some nourishment to tide me over until breakfast.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9spj19nI/AAAAAAAACG0/v0feVZrmztM/s1600/squirrel.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr9spj19nI/AAAAAAAACG0/v0feVZrmztM/s400/squirrel.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407413246123964018" /></a>And after a day of hunting I was quite glad that at least I had caught one furry that I could take home and display to all who might chance by: Here Sleeps Otto. The Mighty Hunter! Do not peep on him!Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-46385388481883488892009-11-12T22:13:00.000+01:002009-11-23T22:42:19.888+01:00Pheasant. Cheekiest birds known to anyone!So, STAFF and I skipped to the best woods in the world, as every day, and I find myself a nice spot to go about my morning business. Prime spot, in the woods, right in front of a shrub. Perfect! So, I get in position, and as I am 'sitting' there, looking here, looking there, What Ho!, I see a pair of eyes look right back at me! A pheasant! In the bush! Right! In! Front! Of! Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr7Hd6VCTI/AAAAAAAACGs/w33lu2WlPHY/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Swr7Hd6VCTI/AAAAAAAACGs/w33lu2WlPHY/s400/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407410408318634290" /></a>Naturally I stopped what I was doing straight away and shooed the Peeping Tom away! Would you credit it!? Peeping on me! A hunting dog! The cheek of it!<br /><div><br /></div><div>And had STAFF told me there and then that you can eat those things, I would have put in more of an effort and had me the little blighter as a snack!</div><div><br /></div><div>PS: The photo is for general illustration only. Even STAFF wouldn't go as far as taking photos of me doing <i>that</i>. You know what I mean.</div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-50800414102831142772009-11-09T16:40:00.009+01:002009-11-23T22:08:11.711+01:00PpppppppppppppppppARCEL!<div>I love, love, love, love getting parcels! My good friend Sabrina in Germany heard of my difficulties with rousing lazy STAFF from THEIR slumber in the morning, getting THEM around the woods at an acceptable speed and feeling constantly hungry. </div><div><br /></div><div>And before I knew what was happening a parcel arrived. For me! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBt9zHyxI/AAAAAAAACFc/YxgQdGygEs8/s1600-h/P1070444.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBt9zHyxI/AAAAAAAACFc/YxgQdGygEs8/s400/P1070444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140010969811730" /></a>I was trying to open it up straight away, I could smell that whatever it was, it was good!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBtgFk8EI/AAAAAAAACFU/KiIcGOf1_so/s1600-h/P1070450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBtgFk8EI/AAAAAAAACFU/KiIcGOf1_so/s400/P1070450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140002994155586" /></a>I didn't get too far trying to gnaw it open, so I tried to get it done by kicking it. But to no avail.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBtWAhauI/AAAAAAAACFM/CnGjEcIfdJI/s1600-h/P1070456.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBtWAhauI/AAAAAAAACFM/CnGjEcIfdJI/s400/P1070456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140000288598754" /></a>Finally STAFF got to it with scissors. And we were in!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBtFFpY1I/AAAAAAAACFE/1PecJUxjy6g/s1600-h/P1070462.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBtFFpY1I/AAAAAAAACFE/1PecJUxjy6g/s400/P1070462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402139995746689874" /></a>Did I mention that it smelled absolutely delicious?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBs-E-QoI/AAAAAAAACE8/-gRJmkdN_Oo/s1600-h/P1070470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhBs-E-QoI/AAAAAAAACE8/-gRJmkdN_Oo/s400/P1070470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402139993864815234" /></a>I was trying to inhale the content. Yum!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5QvWhfkI/AAAAAAAACEw/W6QSLHGcFHE/s1600-h/P1070475.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5QvWhfkI/AAAAAAAACEw/W6QSLHGcFHE/s400/P1070475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130712782536258" /></a>And then. Succes! I was in. And I had the goods! There was coffee. Strong Italian stuff, so that I could get STAFF up in the morning. And Italian biscotti. So that I could tie one to a piece of string and coax STAFF around the woods following behind it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5QYfkZGI/AAAAAAAACEo/eTAowf4sB4U/s1600-h/P1070486.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5QYfkZGI/AAAAAAAACEo/eTAowf4sB4U/s400/P1070486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130706646459490" /></a>But best of all. A bone. Massive. Juicy. Cow flavour. How much better can it get! With just one drawback.... it was in a ruddy plastic packet. I had to rely on STAFF to open it. Well, I say had to.... I would have quite happily eaten through the plastic, <b>but </b>last time I did that I felt strangely ill for a few days, so I thought I had better not chance it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5QOMlJwI/AAAAAAAACEg/4lpzI2HVH10/s1600-h/P1070491.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5QOMlJwI/AAAAAAAACEg/4lpzI2HVH10/s400/P1070491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130703882462978" /></a>The trouble is that when you issue STAFF with even a modicum of power, THEY get so excited and all mean and make you wait. Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc. Hours passed and I was still waiting for my bone. STAFF were giddy with THEIR bit of power.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5P3FM-_I/AAAAAAAACEY/3GN2AuWxyPs/s1600-h/P1070492.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5P3FM-_I/AAAAAAAACEY/3GN2AuWxyPs/s400/P1070492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130697677503474" /></a>I was being super patient. I was <b>not </b>going to give THEM the satisfaction of knowing that I really, really wanted this bone. So, I looked at it. But nonchalantly. Tic. Toc. Tic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5Pugup9I/AAAAAAAACEQ/gee8NsfJ2TM/s1600-h/P1070493.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Svg5Pugup9I/AAAAAAAACEQ/gee8NsfJ2TM/s400/P1070493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130695377037266" /></a>My nerves were beginning to dance the famous sequence from Riverdance. But on the outside I was cool. And still I was waiting. Tic. Toc. Ti---- and then it occurred to me.... <b>oh no</b>! THEY probably just do not know <i>how </i>to get into the darn packaging. I am blighted with really rather silly STAFF. </div><div><br /></div><div>Think of me friend, and know, I am probably still waiting for STAFF to figure out how to get into the packaging. Tic. Toc.</div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-91988259546954616222009-11-05T21:51:00.000+01:002009-11-23T21:53:55.248+01:00Keep on the sunny side<div>So, I've been keeping pretty busy. Autumn presents a set of challenges for those of us who like to follow the warming rays of the sun around the house. The trouble is that in autumn the sun is at the kind of angle that let's the rays fall into the most awkward of places.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhI8P-i6BI/AAAAAAAACFw/4cHCjNXh8mI/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhI8P-i6BI/AAAAAAAACFw/4cHCjNXh8mI/s400/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402147952949127186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a>Sun, or no sun, this chair <b>is </b>to small for me. Why must STAFF be so selfish and buy this kind of tat? And why not move one of my sofas into the sunny spot? How lazy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhI8MKs53I/AAAAAAAACFo/9U-1HBxudZY/s1600-h/P1070434.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SvhI8MKs53I/AAAAAAAACFo/9U-1HBxudZY/s400/P1070434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402147951926372210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>At least I can move these cozy rugs into the sun. It's quite easy to do. You just have to sit and look mournfully at a sunny spot on the hard, hard wooden floors. And then do a couple of gentle feeps, and, eh voila, STAFF come running and move the rugs for you. Not bad. And yet, I feel my earlier comments on the moving of sofas would apply here, too! I'll mention it to STAFF next time.Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-29144614663052634992009-10-29T09:40:00.004+01:002009-10-29T09:44:26.186+01:00Halloween.....Trick or Treat!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I am totally getting into the Halloween spirit this year. But no silly costumes for me. I have chosen something very stylish. And noble. <div><br /></div><div>Meet Count Ottula. (Imagine you hear thunder rolling in the distance. And the hooting of owls.)</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SulVZFKF8pI/AAAAAAAACEE/dru2DotoVQ8/s400/ottoasdracula.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397939517749850770" />And from now on I shall speak in zer accent of zer Transylvanian. And I shall make use of my power to teach zer squirrels not to tease zer Count - zey shall get a fright when I flap into zer tree and give zem a BIG smile.... (Imagine more ominous thunder now, if you would).</div><div><br /></div><div>Until zen, Happy Halloween!</div><div><br /></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-79516769194852463922009-10-27T16:19:00.004+01:002009-10-27T16:24:52.114+01:00Am I grouchy? .... that depends....People sometimes accuse me of being a little bit on the sulky side. I think that is totally unfair!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SucPm2tSXII/AAAAAAAACD4/InmnVdc0Clw/s1600-h/inout.png" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SucPm2tSXII/AAAAAAAACD4/InmnVdc0Clw/s400/inout.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397299838621736066" /></a>I am not looking glum all the time. I am sometimes incredibly cheerful and virtually skipping through the world. Of course those are the times when I am OUTside. Not when I am cooped up INside. INside = ;o( But OUTside = ;o)<div>It's quite simple really! There are of course exceptions. Like mealtimes. Rain. Sleet. You know, things that can tip the edge of the mouth in the opposite direction. </div><div><br /></div><div>But, whether you think I am cheerful or not depends entirely on <i>where </i> we meet. </div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-2488642344306751362009-10-25T09:38:00.004+01:002009-10-25T11:06:58.288+01:00Clock change - schmock change...What's with the daylight saving time? Who are we saving daylight from? Nightlight? Time thieves, who are just going to waste it? It's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, to me. And I <b>hate </b>it when the clocks change. Already we were facing the usual weekend delay. I cannot get STAFF out of bed before 6:12am on a Sunday. I have talked to THEM about this laziness, but to no avail. So, in essence, my walk was already delayed by one (1!) hour. And then the clocks changed. So, now my walk was delayed by more than two (2!) hours. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQRfbfmHEI/AAAAAAAACDk/D985KcHVI0k/s400/P1070353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396457485150592066" />I was absolutely outraged at such a late start, which I knew, <b>knew</b>, would mean that I'd miss the fox, the woods would be full of over-excited "exercise on weekends only"-dogs, and, crucially, my breakfast would be delayed at least 2 hours. Not a good start!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQRewZDtOI/AAAAAAAACDc/Z_JYq699VDg/s1600-h/P1070361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQRewZDtOI/AAAAAAAACDc/Z_JYq699VDg/s400/P1070361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396457473580446946" /></a>But when we got to the woods, I began to realize that I had perhaps , unusually so for such a optimistic and happy-go-lucky non-complaining chap like myself, been a touch pessimistic. Because the woods were full of Fun! (aka squirrels). And the fox's scent was still all over the place! And there were no other dogs. Wahey!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQRetAfbeI/AAAAAAAACDU/u0-zOChbxRk/s1600-h/P1070367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQRetAfbeI/AAAAAAAACDU/u0-zOChbxRk/s400/P1070367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396457472672099810" /></a>The only problem with all the excitement is that you don't know where to go first. Or whether to go there at all! I find myself making high-pressured adrenaline decisions all the time! If I go hither, will I miss something better tither? Oh, sweet torture of sensory overload!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQReY885oI/AAAAAAAACDM/i-fZiTMtZVw/s1600-h/P1070388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQReY885oI/AAAAAAAACDM/i-fZiTMtZVw/s400/P1070388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396457467288544898" /></a>I decided to get me a nice stick. I just absolutely ♥ chewing sticks. And as you can see I found a nice and big one. Of course the two-legged spoil sports tried to discourage me with patronising comments. Yes, I could see that it was technically a tree. And technically still in the ground. But I was working on those issues, dangit! A tree is really just a stick in the making, isn't it. <div>In any case, unrelated to STAFFs' negative comments, I got bored. THEY will say that I have a short attention span, but this is not true. I just have many interests! And I like to pursue them all at once.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQRd9SiqyI/AAAAAAAACDE/FuwYluukpJQ/s1600-h/P1070391.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQRd9SiqyI/AAAAAAAACDE/FuwYluukpJQ/s400/P1070391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396457459862907682" /></a>I found a nice puddle to drink from. It had a really nice muddy flavour, with a hint of horse-apple. Delicious! I guess I have mud-lips. So? You should see STAFF when THEY've been on the hot cacao.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP8o5xpaI/AAAAAAAACC8/TSUaOHGwnbE/s1600-h/P1070395.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP8o5xpaI/AAAAAAAACC8/TSUaOHGwnbE/s400/P1070395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396455787943011746" /></a>All in all, I cannot help but smile. I am having a <b>fantastic </b>morning outing. I am in such a good mood, that I was even cooperative with the picture taking. Normally I like to see how many shots of my bottom I can get STAFF to take by moving out of the frame at just the right time. But today I changed tack.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP8XsTJeI/AAAAAAAACC0/CftH18DAEVw/s1600-h/P1070403.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP8XsTJeI/AAAAAAAACC0/CftH18DAEVw/s400/P1070403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396455783323084258" /></a>So, when STAFF said "let's try for a close-up" I spotted my opportunity! Down on THEIR knees THEY went, peered through the lens and then seemed to get a bit of a shock. Hahaha! THEY <b>did </b>say "close-up". Can't blame me for complying with THEIR wishes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP76nSZBI/AAAAAAAACCs/fNaWs4_VuEE/s1600-h/P1070405.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP76nSZBI/AAAAAAAACCs/fNaWs4_VuEE/s400/P1070405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396455775517434898" /></a>Teehee, I am still chuckling at that...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP7oIxDbI/AAAAAAAACCk/My3CWb-DpT0/s1600-h/P1070407.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP7oIxDbI/AAAAAAAACCk/My3CWb-DpT0/s400/P1070407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396455770557582770" /></a>And, of course, I had my Squirrel encounters. Little rascals! Sitting on the ground, eating nuts, but as soon as you move in to eat them, they go up a tree. How's that fair? </div><div>I made it very clear that I much desired them to come down again!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP7WR-6QI/AAAAAAAACCc/EDG_GAwp1iQ/s1600-h/P1070414.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQP7WR-6QI/AAAAAAAACCc/EDG_GAwp1iQ/s400/P1070414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396455765764401410" /></a>Very, very clear! And I called for several minutes. But nothing! Wildlife of today. No manners!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQWUNFyY9I/AAAAAAAACDs/bScqFEivNgM/s1600-h/P1070433.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuQWUNFyY9I/AAAAAAAACDs/bScqFEivNgM/s400/P1070433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396462789863826386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And now, after all the running and excitement and the late start, and the fox and the squirrels and the leafs and the trees, I am having a little rest. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Even a clock change cannot spoil my mood today. Life, right here and right now, is good!</div></span></span></span></div></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-45515921889714578742009-10-24T18:59:00.014+02:002009-10-24T21:58:15.783+02:00Autumn: Time to reconnect with my Fox buddies<div>I can't believe I've not been writing anything at all for nearly a whole month. Well, all I can say is that September and October are my busiest months. There's the last rays of sunshine to fill up the Sun cells, the dates with Lola the greyhound, the fox hunting, sending STAFF back to school.... It's a totally packed schedule!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuMy0ov_KYI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hjD0J_zkp1U/s1600-h/P1070275.JPG"><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuMy0ov_KYI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hjD0J_zkp1U/s400/P1070275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396212658393262466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>STAFF bought the house we live in before I arrived with THEM. And as THEY didn't benefit from my expert advice at the time of purchase, THEY did not calculate that the sun would not shine unto the sofa during all seasons. Shockingly, in winter, we don't seem to get any sun on them at all! I find that a most lamentable state of affairs. And have intimated my discontent on this issue to STAFF. To no avail. I mean, something so basic, you'd have thought THEY could work that out on THEIR own. But, alas, you cannot take anything for granted with THEM. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I am wise to the situation, when autumn comes, I charge my sun cells up, to make sure the warm, content feeling imprints itself on the memory cells in my fur and tides me over through the cold winters. It can be quite stressful following the sun around all day. But what's a man to do?</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0PlqQ_3I/AAAAAAAACAY/7pK2EhTXndg/s1600-h/P1070277.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0PlqQ_3I/AAAAAAAACAY/7pK2EhTXndg/s400/P1070277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396214220932054898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>Once I have charged up with all the heat and warmth, I am naturally loathe to let go of even a single little heat molecule. And in my quest for <i>heat preservation, </i>I have learned several interesting facts: </div><div><ol><li>Even looking a little bit cold will have STAFF come running with a blanket. </li><li>When you pull the blanket over your head, you are in an oasis of peace, quiet and nice smells (leave the nose out though!)</li><li>when you make little grumbling sounds, STAFF look very happy and report immense job satisfaction. </li><li>Point 3, increases the chances of 1. happening again. A very Happy Cycle! </li></ol></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0QHAQBQI/AAAAAAAACAg/SyYM5rAoqaw/s1600-h/P1070282.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0QHAQBQI/AAAAAAAACAg/SyYM5rAoqaw/s400/P1070282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396214229882635522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>In any case, as I was snoozing I was contemplating a couple of very important things. First and foremost a most exciting development on the Front D'amour! Oh yes! Lola, the sexy greyhound I have been carrying a torch for since the day I first sniffed her, is coming over to my house! <b>A date! </b>I am so excited, I can't even sleep at night! And, if I am honest, I worry a little. I have never had a date. What if we run out of stuff to say? What if she notices that the accident at the vets makes me flinch every time someone says 'balls'? What, and this is most likely to happen, STAFF embarrass me? As I was lying, worry creeping through me like a snail through a lettuce patch, slowly but surely gnawing away, I noticed a hitherto unconsidered source of worry and concern. My feet. Or, to be more precise, the lusciously hirsute state of the space between my paws! Is this normal for a guy? What if Lola doesn't like it? Should I shave or wax or trim or leave it as it is? I just do not know. And it is pointless asking STAFF.... I have caught THEM looking at the furry tufts with the unmistakeable intention to fluff them. A raised eye-brow was enough non-verbal communication to put a stop to that plan. Honestly! Get a grip! So, I shall have to remain unsure. And just not know... </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I can't worry about that now. I'll have to wait until she comes over and hope for the best. </div><div><br /></div><div>It is that wonderful time of year when the days get shorter and the morning outings are all in the <b>dark</b>. STAFF and I always really look forward to that. Well, I assume STAFF do. It is hard to tell with THEM... THEY aren't always as bright-eyed and bushy tailed in the morning as you'd expect. So, it is very important for me to get THEM out of bed and focus THEM on leaving the house. And early! And quickly! Otherwise all the good wildlife might have been snapped up by someone else!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0QTxmMaI/AAAAAAAACAo/5HUl054Pgs4/s1600-h/P1070301.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0QTxmMaI/AAAAAAAACAo/5HUl054Pgs4/s400/P1070301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396214233310835106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>It is always very tense when I am waiting to see when we're going or, goodness gracious, <b>if </b> we're going! All this is a source of immense stress to me until we are actually in the woods. And I am out of the car. Because we did once drive into a deer park, and straight back out again. STAFF muttered that it was closing and we couldn't stay, or something. I am not sure. Couldn't hear THEM very well over the barking! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0Q4Sf7HI/AAAAAAAACAw/KOz2NBUoT3c/s1600-h/P1070306.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0Q4Sf7HI/AAAAAAAACAw/KOz2NBUoT3c/s400/P1070306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396214243112512626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>In any case. Once we are in the woods, STAFF trudge around with THEIR head torches, trying not to fall over stuff. And I, well I get to do my own thing. THEY can't see me! Frreeeddddddoooommmmmm! Of course I check in every now and then. It makes THEM feel better. And me. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0RCBrj2I/AAAAAAAACA4/p0ji8zJkcpY/s1600-h/P1070307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM0RCBrj2I/AAAAAAAACA4/p0ji8zJkcpY/s400/P1070307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396214245726326626" /></a>Mainly because I get a snack! I have trained THEM well, if I say so myself.... In any case, I used to think it was a bit of a nuisance to have THEM trudge round like great, big lumbering, stumbling Cyclopses. Scaring away all hunteables. But, I now realise that THEY create a marvelous diversion, and when the wildlife flees before the lumbering One-Beamed-Vision, the Grey Ghost Hunter can pounce!<div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM05JsV4jI/AAAAAAAACBA/9VxuwkfqGzc/s1600-h/P1070308.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM05JsV4jI/AAAAAAAACBA/9VxuwkfqGzc/s400/P1070308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396214934979076658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">My favourite hunting buddy is a Fox. Cute little thing. We meet most mornings. Have a good run and hunt and then wave good-bye until the next morrow. Here you can see me in Red-Eye hunting mode. Scary, huh?</div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM1PW6VsEI/AAAAAAAACBI/CBvyBD2wuP4/s1600-h/P1070310.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM1PW6VsEI/AAAAAAAACBI/CBvyBD2wuP4/s400/P1070310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215316484567106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And I am particularly pleased with this action shot of me hunting the fox. Do you see it? No? Look more closely! Oh, ok, it might not have come out so well, but I was within a whisker of getting him. Oooh, it was exciting! </div></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM1pK3HjOI/AAAAAAAACBQ/tOajznitX1w/s1600-h/P1070312.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM1pK3HjOI/AAAAAAAACBQ/tOajznitX1w/s400/P1070312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215759926430946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>After that nice hunt I was filled with an immense sense of pride. And satisfaction. I was born to hunt. I love every second of it! And the thrill is in the chase. Catching the fox would totally ruin my fun the next day. Who would I chase then? I am taking a long-term perspective on this. Hunt, let live, hunt again. That's my, not very snappy, motto. <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM2B24joaI/AAAAAAAACBY/Au7mcH7S8Ls/s1600-h/P1070318.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM2B24joaI/AAAAAAAACBY/Au7mcH7S8Ls/s400/P1070318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396216184060486050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></span></div>And just look at us here. No wonder we are scaring the wildlife! Makes me chuckle!</div><div><br /></div><div>And then at home, I get a toweling massage. And to sweeten an already sweet deal, STAFF issue me with a little pile of snacks first.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM21hhTJuI/AAAAAAAACBg/D9-CUpYChH8/s1600-h/P1070322.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM21hhTJuI/AAAAAAAACBg/D9-CUpYChH8/s400/P1070322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396217071678990050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;"> But I have to wait before I can tuck in. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes. Into hours. Hours into days. Days into weeks. Weeks into months. Months into years. </div></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM2118SUBI/AAAAAAAACBo/Hg0vk7g1UC8/s1600-h/P1070323.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM2118SUBI/AAAAAAAACBo/Hg0vk7g1UC8/s400/P1070323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396217077160890386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And still I am waiting. </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4eOJwV_I/AAAAAAAACB4/GoROa8o4dZ4/s1600-h/P1070324.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4eOJwV_I/AAAAAAAACB4/GoROa8o4dZ4/s400/P1070324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396218870366230514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And then more waiting before I am allowed to do my morning's biscuit treasure hunt. Really, I feel for those chaps waiting for Godot. I am sure I do more waiting than that!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4edTHSGI/AAAAAAAACCA/ExsQT7wqmHM/s1600-h/P1070325.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4edTHSGI/AAAAAAAACCA/ExsQT7wqmHM/s400/P1070325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396218874432014434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I wonder whether they ever tried the cute Puppy Pester Look. That normally works for me!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4eqh8BdI/AAAAAAAACCI/TSMvk4y8bCo/s1600-h/P1070334.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4eqh8BdI/AAAAAAAACCI/TSMvk4y8bCo/s400/P1070334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396218877983851986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And of course I have been experimenting more with blanket positions and coverage. On a cold afternoon, is there anything better than being snuggly on the sofa?</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4eyoK3AI/AAAAAAAACCQ/9Exqeh_QwcI/s1600-h/P1070345.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SuM4eyoK3AI/AAAAAAAACCQ/9Exqeh_QwcI/s400/P1070345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396218880157473794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">When the heat builds up I gently unfurl. Making sure I do not lose too much heat!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All in all, autumn is such a busy time. Tomorrow I'll try and get a picture of my friend the fox. If only I could convince him to stand still for long enough! But no matter how much I call after him, he doesn't seem to want to stop. Strange. In any case. I'll try again tomorrow. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Good night. </div></div></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-4940842391359103822009-10-04T09:56:00.006+02:002009-10-04T10:44:50.089+02:00September - full of ups and downs<div>So, September. I like September. It heralds the beginning of autumn. And autumn has plenty of interesting things rustling in the colouring leaves. Oh yes. And some of those very interesting autumnal rustlers are right in my very own home territory. A fox, vulpes vulpes (so good they named him twice!), lives at the bottom of my garden in the ivy covering the garden wall. Moving into a hunting hound's garden takes some courage and I admire that. But I am still going to try and catch the little bugger! Much hunting is, of course, not a matter of high adrenaline chase-excitement, but hours of muscle-cramping stake-out staring.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWiHy4g_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/gvG7jrfjq0s/s1600-h/P1070138.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWiHy4g_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/gvG7jrfjq0s/s400/P1070138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388652098356806642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>And here I an in full hunting action mode! I held this pose for hours. There wasn't any movement in the ivy for hours, but as you know, the fox is sly! I knew, as soon as I turned around it would move. I couldn't let that happen! So I stayed. And stared. Regrettably, STAFF have no real understanding of what it means to be a dedicated hunter. So when I started shaking all over from muscle cramp, THEY forced me to go inside and thaw out by a roasting fire. Gaw, THEY can be so despicably mean!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWiiWaA2I/AAAAAAAAB_w/tpn75TI07nQ/s1600-h/P1070140.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWiiWaA2I/AAAAAAAAB_w/tpn75TI07nQ/s400/P1070140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388652105485124450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>After my disappointment with the fox hunting I was naturally a little wound up. So, imagine my surprised excitement when I chanced upon a squirrel who was paying a lot of attention to gathering nuts, but altogether too little attention to the shadow that started looming behind, blocking out the sun, letting out a mighty roar and pouncing without pity. (Er, that was me, if you didn't get it from the description) So, that squirrel was mine! No more squeaking and chattering at me from the safety of a tree! That little squeaker was dead!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWjObQhgI/AAAAAAAAB_4/ro5LCtrZ_WU/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWjObQhgI/AAAAAAAAB_4/ro5LCtrZ_WU/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388652117316634114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>Buoyed by such success and with STAFF taking me on very long morning patrols, crashing through the best woods, at the break of dawn, sniffing, chasing, hunting, I was feeling alive and buzzing! I was a happy chap. No, credit, where credit is due, STAFF made me happy. Until....</div><div><br /></div><div>.... until THEY forced me out on another early morning jaunt to the woods. Did I mention these jaunts? Forcing me to run for miles through woods? Where did THEY get the idea that I like this kind of stuff? I'm sure I don't know! Anyway, on one of these stupid jaunts, I was traveling backwards along the path, jumping, and conveying a list of grievances to STAFF (all perfectly normal behaviour!) when a tree root jumped up and took out my back leg! Aaarh! I was sure it had been a clean amputation! Ok, so there was no blood. But I could not put my leg down, try as I might. Naturally, one STAFF went immediately to fetch the car and I waited with the other STAFF. And before I could even say "I'm fine, really" I found myself at the vets. Bad. The vet gave me an injection. Double bad. And told STAFF to keep me captive inside the house for at least 1 whole day. Triple bad! And there was nothing even really wrong with my leg. Which I told them. It is all beyond the pale!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWjjJdL3I/AAAAAAAACAA/gXsm_GH0VLM/s1600-h/P1070159.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWjjJdL3I/AAAAAAAACAA/gXsm_GH0VLM/s400/P1070159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388652122879111026" /></a>So, now I am forced to lie on my bed. And do nothing. I got so bored I fell asleep. Captivity was unbearable. Years had passed. But when I asked STAFF THEY tried to mess with my mind by saying that we only got back from the vet's 5 minutes ago. Is there no end to THEIR depravity?<div>Incidentally, this monogrammed blanket is just the coziest thing I ever have had! But that is by the by! I have a whole other 1/2 day of this! How will I cope?<br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWkFMUy6I/AAAAAAAACAI/WlLsiHO43Ls/s1600-h/P1070169.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SshWkFMUy6I/AAAAAAAACAI/WlLsiHO43Ls/s400/P1070169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388652132017949602" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Well, actually, I got together with a few other smart canines and we have formed a secret adventure gang. I am totally incognito now. Smart, eh! Now I can go on adventures STAFF won't even know anything about. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I just hope that I can also resume my morning and evening patrols soon. I do so miss my trips to the woods. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div></a><div style="text-align: left;">By the way, there are no logical inconsistencies in this. It all makes perfect sense to me! If you think it doesn't, well, perhaps you need to study the Weimaraner School of Logic in some more detail. I am offering correspondence courses for the serious student. </div></span></span></span></div></div></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-91783120761368575922009-09-18T10:56:00.003+02:002009-09-18T16:55:34.461+02:00Tis the season for....?<div style="text-align: left;">So, as you can see I'm battening down the hatches in my ever present struggle to stay warm.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SrNLexGdRhI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/aQ7JZksoLmY/s1600-h/P1070056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SrNLexGdRhI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/aQ7JZksoLmY/s400/P1070056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382728971586455058" /></a>Now, you and I - we are smart. Does this look to you like I am planning to spend some nights outside? Protected only by a thin layer of canvas from the elements? Why oh why, when common sense was given out, did STAFF say "no, thanks, not for me!"? And, why oh why, do THEY not listen to me and my subtle hints?<br /><div><br /></div><div>I had better enjoy the warmth whilst I can!</div><div><br /></div><div>____________________________________</div><div>Addendum:</div><div>Actually, I've had a change of heart! Amazing what a bit of sunshine can do! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SrOdphTpNtI/AAAAAAAAB_g/pfga7kVTQsI/s1600-h/P1070063.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SrOdphTpNtI/AAAAAAAAB_g/pfga7kVTQsI/s400/P1070063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819316278834898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave Weimy's eyes! Bring it on!</div><div><br /></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-40599843344518311372009-09-17T13:32:00.006+02:002009-09-17T15:53:26.719+02:00That's not enough to make me tired!<div style="text-align: left;">So, STAFF got one of those iphone thingies. Apparently, I spend too much time on the Mac and THEY want to occasionally get online, too. Pah, feeble excuse. THEY should own up to THEIR love of gadgetry and weak resistance to anything shiny.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Anyway, with this iphone comes a nice app which lets you check how far and fast and up and down you walked. Now, this was an eye-opener! All I got this morning was 3km through the woods. Ok, so this is what THEY walked. I had to run more. Why? Well, STAFF put on no entertainment at all, so I had to find my own stuff to do. You know, track the foxes and madly crash through the undergrowth, creep up behind rabbits and say "Booo!" and watch them scram real quick (cracks me up every time), see how many squirrels I could get up a tree with one bark, track the fowl. You know, the kind of things you gotta do because otherwise you'd be totally bored hanging out with STAFF. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SrIf2xCTUlI/AAAAAAAAB_I/tD0xvdiQxdc/s400/P1070024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382399530397553234" /></div><div>Well, as you can see, none of this is enough to tire me out! Here I am lying wide awake and being consoled by Larry Lamb. I just hope tomorrow we'll do a longer round! Maybe I should carry that iphone thingy. See how far I go. I'll be real careful with it. Honest!</div><div>______________________________________</div><div>PS: I am so cold I had to re-locate!</div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SrI-yVEN8_I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/wgNHn-OobD0/s400/P1070032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382433539030381554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div>And STAFF are talking about going camping. WHAT? Without me, you FOOLS! Where do THEY get the idea from that I might enjoy camping? In this weather?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-50695497165191757532009-09-15T22:32:00.003+02:002009-09-15T22:36:38.194+02:00outstaring a goat....or not....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq_6Bh106kI/AAAAAAAAB_A/9Yw4KFbFkB8/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq_6Bh106kI/AAAAAAAAB_A/9Yw4KFbFkB8/s400/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381794983901981250" /></a>Today I tried to outstare a goat. I was totally focussed. I was not blinking. Eyes straight ahead on the goat. It was going well! I could almost taste success! But then... a smell, a sound, and aaaahhhh, I looked away. I lost. Dang it! That wasn't fair! It was two against one.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><br /></h3></span>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-51907055278371784642009-09-13T19:12:00.026+02:002009-09-15T12:31:21.772+02:00Indian summer camping....nice<div>So, STAFF finished off some sort of big project at work and wanted to celebrate by getting out and about for the weekend. And as the sun was shining, for the first time in weeks, I was all for it! So, we packed up the Gangmobil and left at the crack of dawn. And then we arrived at the field which was to be our new home. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9l1XVaTSI/AAAAAAAAB-4/o3s6vsg4CkY/s1600-h/c1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9l1XVaTSI/AAAAAAAAB-4/o3s6vsg4CkY/s400/c1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381632047202323746" /></a>I loved it! I found the nicest spot and put down my towel, er, bed straight away! After all, I am 1/2 German...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9lqEAwutI/AAAAAAAAB-w/fIhPh_3obPE/s1600-h/c2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9lqEAwutI/AAAAAAAAB-w/fIhPh_3obPE/s400/c2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381631853036878546" /></a>But before I had even started bronzing between my tootsies we were off again. To the Monsal trail, just around the corner from our home from home. I need no signpost! (Except for reading and leaving messages...). I could smell the water all the way from here! To the river - this way! Come on!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9lOVRhlrI/AAAAAAAAB-o/xsRXnaOALQc/s1600-h/c3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9lOVRhlrI/AAAAAAAAB-o/xsRXnaOALQc/s400/c3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381631376634255026" /></a>So, the river was down some really big, steep stone steps. STAFF had me all clipped in. A mistake, I should think. I was in a rush! I cannot hang about waiting for slowcoaches! Thankfully an unsuspecting woman at the bottom of the steps stopped STAFF's headlong plunge into the river. I sensed that I was not so popular just then, and thought it best to move on...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9k5NE_YCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/_UWxOarkSNQ/s1600-h/c4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9k5NE_YCI/AAAAAAAAB-g/_UWxOarkSNQ/s400/c4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381631013656944674" /></a>To make up for, what STAFF clearly perceived to be misdemeanor, I gave THEM my sweetest smile. Smiling is easy when you're in the water!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9kilLIilI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ELn2pLOMoig/s1600-h/c5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9kilLIilI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ELn2pLOMoig/s400/c5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381630624988170834" /></a>And there was even good fishing to be had! I caught two! One big stick - which I had there and then. Raw! Arrrrrrr.... it feels good to get in touch with your inner canine on these hunting trips! And I caught a shiny pebble to boot. But it was very small and, compassionate guy and responsible hunter I am, I put it back in the river. I'll getcha later when you are big and strong and it's a fair fight!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9kNsQ7-LI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/638cT-IIh0g/s1600-h/c6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9kNsQ7-LI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/638cT-IIh0g/s400/c6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381630266114308274" /></a>I drank gallons of this water. It tasted so good! There is simply nothing like the taste of river water, puddle water, lake water or Evian.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9jw_q-s_I/AAAAAAAAB-I/jolVuYrtiuA/s1600-h/c7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9jw_q-s_I/AAAAAAAAB-I/jolVuYrtiuA/s400/c7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381629773107606514" /></a>Regrettably, we moved on from the river. My attempts to abseil down the bridge to get back to the water were frowned upon by STAFF and frankly nipped in the bud. Tcchhhhh... no sense of adventure THAT lot. Sure, I didn't have a rope. So? Sure, THEY had to wade through a river once before to rescue me. So? That's why I let THEM tag along. For emergencies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9jaMTyhZI/AAAAAAAAB-A/L7p2bVkbDn8/s1600-h/c8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9jaMTyhZI/AAAAAAAAB-A/L7p2bVkbDn8/s400/c8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381629381363008914" /></a>I am still trying to think how to evade the PARTY POOPERS' surveillance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9jC2xJHuI/AAAAAAAAB94/yT0_RAjVtG4/s1600-h/c9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9jC2xJHuI/AAAAAAAAB94/yT0_RAjVtG4/s400/c9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381628980443553506" /></a>Then again, there was some other good stuff to smell and I was happy to bide my time until another opportunity might present itself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9ino55caI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Rnyswifp4Gw/s1600-h/c10.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9ino55caI/AAAAAAAAB9w/Rnyswifp4Gw/s400/c10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381628512865710498" /></a>And, oh my, STAFF carried provisions. YUMMY! Come to Papa, baby! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9iJmqsAuI/AAAAAAAAB9o/xDcm1atagFc/s1600-h/c11.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9iJmqsAuI/AAAAAAAAB9o/xDcm1atagFc/s400/c11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381627996868969186" /></a>I am using my Jedi mind-bending technique to get STAFF to hand over some of the crunchy goodness. And it worked! Course it did. THEY are no match for a Jedi!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9hFEfB3-I/AAAAAAAAB9g/fRNlqUhQKEA/s1600-h/c12.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9hFEfB3-I/AAAAAAAAB9g/fRNlqUhQKEA/s400/c12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381626819462160354" /></a>All in all a very good outing. What can I say. I had a really good time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9gxgfIYLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/DxPuAlNeNro/s1600-h/c13.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9gxgfIYLI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/DxPuAlNeNro/s400/c13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381626483381395634" /></a>And we're back to our home from home. Nice spot, don't you think? And yes, STAFF make all 3 of us sleep in that tiny canvas number. I would have gone for something bigger myself, but hey ho. I have enough space at night. And all the blankets. And that's all that really matters.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9gAZRMQGI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/-baV4wjXKro/s1600-h/c14.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9gAZRMQGI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/-baV4wjXKro/s400/c14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381625639630291042" /></a>The great thing whilst out camping, is that you can get all these Free Scent Samples. I am totally stuffing my pockets full of those, figuratively speaking. Yummy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9f2uRNruI/AAAAAAAAB9I/80kdXmaTIgI/s1600-h/c15.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9f2uRNruI/AAAAAAAAB9I/80kdXmaTIgI/s400/c15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381625473468837602" /></a>And a small break.... This is one of the best parts. You can see the thoughts on STAFFs' faces. "Oh, we didn't bring any soap. Oooooh, we can smell Otto from here. Ah, we're all in a small tent." Teehee, that made me smile!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9fnbJPPwI/AAAAAAAAB9A/gylJYeIcJgU/s1600-h/c16.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9fnbJPPwI/AAAAAAAAB9A/gylJYeIcJgU/s400/c16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381625210637074178" /></a>And because you can never smell quite strong enough, I am applying more of the special samples. It is simply wonderful!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9fc_kCYgI/AAAAAAAAB84/tTjKSW6gAu8/s1600-h/c17.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9fc_kCYgI/AAAAAAAAB84/tTjKSW6gAu8/s400/c17.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381625031434592770" /></a>After all that activity, STAFF and I retreat to the tent for a pre-dinner snooze. I am, of course not tired at all, as you can see. But I like to humour THEM on occasion. Plus, there were lots of pesky wasps about outside the tent, so we all went the path of least resistance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9fRXdSkPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/kUYY1Q4itE8/s1600-h/c19.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9fRXdSkPI/AAAAAAAAB8w/kUYY1Q4itE8/s400/c19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381624831690313970" /></a>With the evening, and most importantly dinner time (!), approaching, we brave the great outdoors again. I am putting my ear to the ground to see whether I can hear any small, tender, wooly, baa-ing snacks approaching. Nothing! Also, I am secretly putting on more Free Samples whilst simultaneously eating some yummy stuff. You really have to see it to believe my masterful technique.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9e9GbNkFI/AAAAAAAAB8o/vyxXibeFLag/s1600-h/c20.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9e9GbNkFI/AAAAAAAAB8o/vyxXibeFLag/s400/c20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381624483520811090" /></a>STAFFs' faces when THEY realised that I smelled even better now really cracked me up!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9epluSosI/AAAAAAAAB8g/fo1TSkfU3As/s1600-h/c21.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9epluSosI/AAAAAAAAB8g/fo1TSkfU3As/s400/c21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381624148324950722" /></a>Oh, but STAFF took terrible revenge. Here I have to watch THEM eat, whilst I am going hungry. Now, why do I always have to eat last? Huh?! Do I look happy to wait? Do I? Course not.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9eTUIMuxI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/TqABMts--3M/s1600-h/c23.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9eTUIMuxI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/TqABMts--3M/s400/c23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381623765644655378" /></a>But finally fed and watered I retreat to the comfort of the Gangmobil to watch the sun set. I am very toasty. STAFF look cold to me. Perhaps THEY should have brought some blankets? You know, in addition to the two I clearly needed?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9eKpdL0eI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/No6KtJSaQTc/s1600-h/c24.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9eKpdL0eI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/No6KtJSaQTc/s400/c24.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381623616750997986" /></a>In the morning, after a cold night, I chanced upon a heavenly heap. Like a mirage it appeared before me! You wouldn't have to roll in this! This you could dive into headfirst and do a frontcrawl, eat some on the way, and emerge a total Babe Magnet! Ooooohhhh, I could hardly believe my luck! -- Sadly, I spent too much time in shivery anticipation and wasn't quick enough with the action. STAFF, most cruelly, intercepted my morning swim. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9d7s0gJbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/O_hpVH8IXS4/s1600-h/c25.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9d7s0gJbI/AAAAAAAAB8I/O_hpVH8IXS4/s400/c25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381623359956067762" /></a>I was watching the sun rise over our home from home. Hoping that it would bring warming rays! After a cold night it was still barely 5ºC and I was hungry and cold to boot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9de-kzDgI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Aabz5nPpKAI/s1600-h/c26.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9de-kzDgI/AAAAAAAAB8A/Aabz5nPpKAI/s400/c26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381622866505829890" /></a>Nice view or no, I still did not enjoy watching STAFF gobble down a nice hot cooked breakfast, whilst I had, you guessed it, nothing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9dHUrlJoI/AAAAAAAAB74/v6Eo9EV1j0I/s1600-h/c27.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sq9dHUrlJoI/AAAAAAAAB74/v6Eo9EV1j0I/s400/c27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381622460122998402" /></a>Finally, some grub. And kept warm by my nice winter coat. Aaaah, better. Much, much better!<div><br /></div><div>The only slight concern I have is that STAFF might think we should go again. I am a bit concerned temperature-wise. But I really do enjoy these camping trips. </div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-58057054216304359672009-09-01T22:49:00.013+02:002009-09-15T11:20:32.102+02:00It feels like my birthday's come early!<div>I am 10 years old now! Does that mean I have to act maturely all the time? I hope not! I certainly didn't manage to show much restraint with opening the cool parcels I received from all over the world. I have so many friends! I am really lucky! ..... You should see STAFF on THEIR birthdays - lucky if THEY get one card between THEM. Anyway, I digress. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2QM1YBMoI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Cw21kNms2Yc/s1600-h/P1060630.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2QM1YBMoI/AAAAAAAAB7w/Cw21kNms2Yc/s400/P1060630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376612080310891138" /></a>Trouble is that people always package stuff in such a way that it is very hard to open without opposable thumbs. This package was all the way from two very cute Weimaraner ladies in South Carolina, USA. Oh, yes! Even the packaging smelled nnnnnnnice! If you catch my meaning. <div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2P6czpG6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/WUERMQdxahE/s1600-h/P1060641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2P6czpG6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/WUERMQdxahE/s400/P1060641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376611764478221218" /></a>Luckily I employ STAFF, who - with some supervision - can operate scissors and help me gain access to the promising package of delights!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2PcDh5CwI/AAAAAAAAB7g/fr98-XBHpd4/s1600-h/P1060675.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2PcDh5CwI/AAAAAAAAB7g/fr98-XBHpd4/s400/P1060675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376611242296806146" /></a>As soon as it was open I went right in there. Aw, the scents were giving me goosebumps!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2PH24y6aI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Hu9cjskt_XE/s1600-h/P1060705.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2PH24y6aI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/Hu9cjskt_XE/s400/P1060705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376610895305828770" /></a>And look at the cool stuff they sent! A lion! I shall call him Leo. He shall be my BFF and I shall never, ever, ever, ever play with another toy! It was love at first sight and it will never, ever, ever die! Leo and I shall be friends, even when.....<b>hold on!</b><br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2OuYJKKoI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/6B0XRhLVmtM/s1600-h/P1060691.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2OuYJKKoI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/6B0XRhLVmtM/s400/P1060691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376610457556232834" /></a>Is that really a <i>Squirrel</i>? SQUIRREL! Move over Lionel, Leo, whatver! Cyril Squirrel is my new BFF and I shall love him forever! <br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2N8ZWm3vI/AAAAAAAAB7I/9haDwCK8OFQ/s1600-h/P1060705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2N8ZWm3vI/AAAAAAAAB7I/9haDwCK8OFQ/s400/P1060705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376609598887616242" /></a>Aw, I feel bad. Leo looked so saaaad. Come on you guys! My slobberchops are big enough to kill both of you!<br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2NmnqnVuI/AAAAAAAAB7A/7w9PCuwrC4s/s1600-h/P1060714.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2NmnqnVuI/AAAAAAAAB7A/7w9PCuwrC4s/s400/P1060714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376609224772507362" /></a>There, that's better, isn't it?</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2K7x5azJI/AAAAAAAAB6o/whxeGP_ucFw/s1600-h/P1060747.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2K7x5azJI/AAAAAAAAB6o/whxeGP_ucFw/s400/P1060747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376606289761324178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a>And a birthday card, too! How sweet! How thoughtful! <div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2MnCeqXfI/AAAAAAAAB64/-1Gwse3MWPs/s1600-h/P1060716.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2MnCeqXfI/AAAAAAAAB64/-1Gwse3MWPs/s400/P1060716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376608132458503666" /></a>Wow, I wonder what special stuff could be wrapped in Hello Kitty paper?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2KRmtlUlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/6RK-7O9PyPg/s1600-h/P1060781.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2KRmtlUlI/AAAAAAAAB6g/6RK-7O9PyPg/s400/P1060781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376605565204386386" /></a>Oh my! Doggles! How very, very cool!<br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2JTsXSm6I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/8ay4TKCTa2c/s1600-h/P1060782.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/Sp2JTsXSm6I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/8ay4TKCTa2c/s400/P1060782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376604501569608610" /></a>I am so totally an adventurer! </div><div><br /></div><div>I am making plans for much excitement this year! Hopefully the STAFF will be able to keep up!</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><br /></div></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1262348127706125060.post-63555929706426514352009-08-28T18:59:00.004+02:002009-08-28T19:05:38.436+02:00Preparing for an adventure holiday with Dr. Otto Jones<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The STAFF, no doubt in an attempt to suck up to me (which I always like to encourage), have mentioned that we're going on an adventure holiday. Excellent!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9LW2PcCrMsQ/SpgNUsBvSwI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/jo1ESpuEjNU/s400/P1060545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375060804333685506" /><br /><div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">In preparation for the adventure I dusted down my Indiana Jones hat. Now, all I need is adventure, somewhere to dig, new places to smell and eat out every night. And I am sure that looking like Dr Otto "Indy" Jones cannot hurt when making the acquaintance of any l-adees I might meet on the trip. </div><br /></div>Otto the Weimaranerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02759378080845996580noreply@blogger.com0